look, i call her ‘nite nite’ because she sleeps from the day right to the bright light,
an i like her too much to say bye bye, but we getting on fine right i don’t wanna spoil it, i don’t why i can’t commit to girls and i tell white lies i’ll find out the hard way, cos she got my favourite smile, her favourite style, the first hotel my favourite time and maybe later we could have a baby, maybe a baby boy, my favourite child, ‘i’m way too tired’ my favourite lie, at first i wasn’t so sure of her favourite rhyme, the windows are steaming up like it’s naked time, wait we’re way too bait, i bought her her favourite shoes oh they better be, and she’s even my favourite size, and she knows i hate holding hands and i’m hooded up when it’s bait inside
so I guess she’s my favorite, right?
